Page 112 of Her Dom's Secret Past

Chapter Thirty-One

John

I was a man, and men don’t notice all that much despite what women think, but when I saw Anabelle walking toward me in that amazing gown, I was blown away. With each step, I saw different colors peeking out. It reminded me of seashells we’d found on the beach at the villas. She was breathtaking, and in a few minutes she would be mine completely—mine as my wife and mine as my collared sub.

Each step brought her closer to me, and with each one, I thought back to that very first day when I’d seen her.

I never could have known at that moment she would become my wife. I remembered thinking how wild and beautiful she looked. I recalled how she had glanced up at me with those amazing light, emerald-green eyes. By the end of our time in the villa, I known I’d fallen in love with her. She was everything I adored and more. I never could have guessed how the next twelve months would unfold.

I loved her—it was as simple and as complicated as that. When she reached my side, she smiled and my heart flipped as it always did. The confident Dom in me fled as I stumbled over my vows while Anabelle’s voice rang out true. Hand-in-hand, we almost danced back up the aisle to be greeted by our friends.

Somehow, we got through the reception together.

“I wish we were back at home. I don’t want to share you tonight with anyone my dearest, darling, Ana.”

She laughed at me as we took our first dance together as man and wife.

“Hang in there, handsome, only a few hours to go.”

And it was. It seemed to zoom past in a whirlwind of dances, food,kissesfrom friends, cake, more dancing, photos, and even more photos until at last we escaped. We were spending the night at home. Then first thing in the morning, we were heading back to where it all began. But first there was my beautiful sub, my beautiful wife, to take to our marriage bed.

From the front door to the dungeon was a trail of all my clothes and both of our shoes. Somehow, we managed to remove most of them between kissing. We almost stumbled down the stairs and into the dungeon. Anabelle stood there in that beautiful gown and my eyes filled with tears.

“It has to come off,” I said gruffly.

“You have to help me, Sir.”

She turned and there were what seemed like thousands of tiny crystal buttons. My hands shook wildly as I slowly revealed my wife. Finally, she stood before me in a pair of panties that, to be honest, were really a tiny scrap of lace, one white, lace-topped stocking, and nothing else except her collar, bracelet, and engagement and wedding rings.

“Where’s the other stocking?”

“Somewhere between here and the front door, Sir.”

“Give me that one.”

She rolled it down her leg very slowly. Just watching had me wanting to throw her to the ground and fuck her. She held it out to me. I took it and pointed to the floor. Dropping to her knees, she put her hands behind her. I loved seeing her like this. I could stare at her for hours. Maybe ten minutes passed before I made her stand.

Carefully, I used the stocking to twist around her tits and her back. I admired at my handiwork. Her nipples were now like hard pebbles, the nylon under each tit.

“On the fuck bench.”

She gracefully moved to the bench and took position. After I strapped her in, I hit that ass until my handprint decorated it bright red and she was moaning loudly. I picked up some lube and a condom and paid careful attention to those pretty panties. I didn’t want to remove them so I cut through the crotch with my emergency scissors—nice.

Fingering her cunt and her ass, I could knew how ready she was then I lubed her asshole. Then I used a couple of fingers to get her ready for my condom-covered cock. By now she was groaning, little “ohs” and “ahs” as I began to push my dick into that tight, tight hole.

Once seated, I fucked it hard, my balls slamming against her, the slapping noises echoing through the room. Reaching around her with one hand, I pulled hard on her clit and that was all it took to have her screaming, her body rocking with her first climax.

I didn’t want to come in her ass, although I was fucking close. After pulling out, I dragged off the condom. I untied her and carried her over to the bed—I wanted to make love to my wife.

How to explain how it felt?

To have my cock inside the woman who was mine, all mine, I was a king. At that moment I thought I was completely invincible. Slowly, I moved inside her, drawing my dick almost out then slowly back in again. Her eyes glazed as I began to increase speed until I was pumping in and out. She wrapped her legs around my body, allowing me deeper inside her. I couldn’t hold back any longer and gave one hell of a shove. When Anabelle came, it sent me into the heavens as I filled her withmy cum.

We lay there.

Just that, our bodies entwined as we slowly drifted off to sleep—my woman forever.

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We spent two weeks soaking up the sun, wandering along the sandy beach, and, of course, renewing our friendship withRolly.

Over the next year and a half, Anabelle slowly drew back from work, leaving more and more on Stacy’s shoulders. I knew she’d miss it, but as she’d said herself, it was time to start thinking about her future, our future. We took a few trips in our boat and then I bought us a four-wheel SUV, and Anabelle finally took me outback to see the red kangaroos.

Man, were they huge!

Our life was eternally perfect. My past was finally just that—past. We had the best of friends, we had a home we both loved, and a life that was filled with adventure, love, and fun. But more importantly, we had each other forever.

The End

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